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MR. RUDYARD KIPLING recently wrote a
: poem in which he called the fair Dominion
of Canada " Our Lady of the Snows." This well-
meant, but ill-advised expression, has been severely
criticised in the Colonial papers. One country
editor concludes his remarks with a suggestion that
" Kipling should be spanked with a Snowshoe."
Others have put their views into verse, as follows : —
CANADA TO KIPLTNG,
The title is pretty, I grant you,
And I know you meant to be kind,
But I wish you could hit on another
Less risky, if you don't mind.
Of course, as implying my " whiteness."
I modestly murmur " It goes,"
But I fear few will give that meaning
To " Our Lady of the Snows."'
You see, there's a prevalent notion —
Which does me a grievous wrong — ■
That my climate is almost Arctic,
And my winters ten months long.
Perhaps that is your idea,
For it's widespread, goodness knows !
And this phrase will make it more so — ■
" Our Lady of the Snows." — J. W. Bengough.
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" OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS."
A poet sung of a nation in words that were kindly meant.
And his song on ethereal pulses throughout the Empire went.
It breathed the Imperial spirit at which the bosom jrlows.
But he slurred the land that he fain had praised, as " Our
Lady of the Snows."
She has lands unknown to summer, but she keeps them for a
For such as find little Europe too small for ambition's mark.
She keeps them to pleasure Nansen, for a Franklin to repose,
But they lie remote from the marts and home of '• Our Lady
of the Snows."
True, she has somewhere, sometime, winters when keen winds
And in the frosty heavens gleams the auroral light.
When in the drifted forest she counts the ringing blows
Of the axe that reaps a harvest for " Our Lady of the Snows."
But while the sturdy Briton still shivers in east winds,
The winter flees and the rivers no more the ice king binds,
And blossom calls upon blossom, & each its fair form shows,
In the land that is called by Kipling " Our Lady of the Snows."
She has woods of pine and maple, where England might be
She has ports that are ever open to ships that are tempest
She has fields of wheat unbounded, where the whole horizon
And the hot sun laughs to hear her styled " Our Lady of
She has vineyards hanging heavy with clustering purple
And the velvet peach in its swaying" nest fills the gardener
She can pluck, if she will, at Yule tide, in the balmy air.
And the people smile when they hear her called ;t Our Lady
of the Snows."
The wire that brought that message on lightning under the
Had been too short to bear it to her furthest boundary.
Not by a flippant phrasing of catchword verse or prose.
Can the truth be told of the vast domain of " Our Lady of
the Snows." — Arthur Weir, in ,; Montreal Star."
ESIDES an immense Export trade in Flour,
Cheese, Butter, Eggs, and Canned Fish, all of
which are well-known in England, Canada grows a
large quantity of Fruit. Canadian Apples are now
very much appreciated, and her Peaches, Plums,
Pears, and Berries are equally nice. Not only so,
but a large trade is now being done in Canned
Tomatoes, Peas, French Beans, and other vegetables
— indeed, there seems no limit to the possibilities of
development in this direction. Canadian Beef,
Mutton, Bacon, Hams, and Poultry are so like
English, being fed as on our own English farms, that
very few know the difference. And why should they
care ? Are not our Canadian brothers as British as
we are, and their produce equal to our own ]
Wbe CTbtforen at Jptea.
Clarice — Is not this Fruit lovely, children ? The flavor is
almost like fresh gathered.
Christine — Yes, I know how that is. These are from my
dear old Canada. I see they are the " Miss Canada " Brand.
You know mother used to bottle Fruit in Toronto like this.
Who wants Jam when we can get Fruit ?
Irene — These Peaches are nice !
Warier — Yes, dear. Father says our Canadian Peaches are
luscious ; they are not quite so large as those grown in
California, but of a richer flavour.
Rudolph — I like Apples, I do.
Christine — Ah ! we know how to grow beautiful Apples
in Canada. Father says the farmers take nearly as much
care of their Fruit trees as most mothers do of their babies.
Only fancy, they bind paper round the trunk of the trees
and put tar on to keep the insects from the fruit.
Irene — Yes, these are nice. " Miss Canada " is just the
right name for them.
Clarice — Do you know our Canadian friends are now
" canning " and " bottling " all kinds of Berries, Plums,
and Pears to send over here, so we shall be able to have
fresh fruit very nearly all the year round.
'Christine — Yes, and Tomatoes, Peas, and other vegetables.
Irene — What do you think .' Father says he used to have
Pumpkin Pie when he was a boy down in the South of
England, and he has asked the " Miss Canada " people
to " can " Pumpkins, and we are to have Pumpkin Pie
whenever we like.
Rudolph — I want some Pumpkin Pie, please Tassie ?
Clarice — You must wait till it is made, boy ; but you may
try this Pine Apple, children. How nice to have it sliced
up so thin !
Christine — Yes, and it is lovely.
Clarice — Is it not very kind of our Canadian friends to
make everything ready for use ? Ladies have not to work so
hard in Canada as they do in England.
Irene — Perhaps the English ladies won't work so hard
soon. We must show them how easy it is to get up a nice
tea without much work.
Rudolph — I could make pumpkin pies & cakes, too. I could.
Irene — So could I, boy, if I had some of our lovely
White Canadian Flour and a cake of that Yeast that
comes from Canada. What do they call it ?
CiaricQ — The Flour, dear, is called The Imperial Prize
Medal " Prairie Hen " Brand, and the Yeast the " Victoria."
It is a round cake and makes lovely bread, but we don't
use Yeast to make pie crust. I expect vou could both eat
the pies and cakes best. Perhaps mother will teach you
how to make them some day. One does not want pies if
we have lovely fruit like this, and a can of Canadian Lunch
Tongue or Compressed Beef. You know Father says the
Canadians do not boil all the nature out of their Beef
before ;i oanning " it, like some peoj)le do.
Christine — I like Tongue. I don't think you can have
too much of " Miss Canada's " tongue.
Clarice — Father says we may some day have Venison and
Rabbits in cans from North America. Won't that be
splendid ? I know a Canadian dish that is easily made and
very nice. You need a little Maccaroni, some Cheese, and a
Can of Tomatoes. Father says every housekeeper should keep
an Imperial Prize Medal Cheddar Cheese, called " Canadian
Stilton," and a can of Tomatoes in the house, as well as a
little Maccaroni. You just boil some Maccaroni and put
it into a buttered dish, then add a can of Tomatoes, mix
well, season with pepper and salt, then add a little grated
cheese and put it into the oven until a crust is formed.
Rudolph — I like Macwoni and Tomatoes, I do ! !
Irene — We will make some for our next Christmas party.
Clarice — Some people are afraid to use canned Toma-
toes, because they say there is something about the tins
injurious to health, but I don't think so.
Irene — These Peaches don't taste injurious, any way !
Christine — Why can't they use something else instead of
('/(/rice — So they can, only it costs more money. Father
says they are going to ship over such a lot of Peaches
and Plums and other goodies next season in bottles.
Rudolph — 1 like "goodies" all the time !
Irene — So do I ! and I like Fruit in glass bottles instead
of tins. What does it matter about costing more ?
Christine — I don't care if the Fruit is sent over in tins so
long as it can be served in these dear little glass dishes.
Let us call them *' Miss Canada " dishes. This is like we
use in Canada. Who would mix up Fruit with bread and
butter on their plates, when they can get nice little dishes
like this for about a penny each ?
Rudolph — I eat my Fruit with a spoon. Isn't it nice ?
Irene — What a pity that so many empty tin cans are
thrown away ?
Clarice — The cans should not be thrown away. I know
what they ought to do with them. Save them up and send
them to General Booth for the poor people who have no work
to do to make them into toys. Now, children. Avez.vous Jini ?
Iplbe ^oy'e J3jttbem.
TjfffHE Bass was on his way to choir practice — rehearsal
©T© they call it now — with a big sheaf of Easter music
under his arm. The streets were almost desertei, and it was
wet and cold. There was a little snow on the ground, and
the electric lights swayed two and fro in the wind and
made uneven, undulating circles of brightness on the
The Bass had nearly reached the Cathedral when he
became aware of a small attendant shadow that kept closely
at his heels. He turned sharply. The shadow stopped and
whimpered, with a knuckle to its eyes.
" Go away," said the Bass sternly, " I haven't any
i; Chinge !" squeaked the shadow wrathfully. " I'm an
Hinglishman, I am. Who arsked you fer ehinge ] Car'n a
gent tike an evenin' promenade without bein' insulted ?
Keep your chinge — keep it fer yer supper."
" Well, what do you want ?" said the Bass, amused, for the
rags that decked the scarecrow flew loosely in the wind and
gave him an elfish look.
" You can go arn now," said the battered little thing ; " I
ain't got no more use fer you."
" I don't see " began the Bass, rather bewildered.
4; I don't mind informin' yer," interrupted the other with
an air of generosity, " as you an' yer umbreller makes a
werry respectable buffer for the wind." Them slim ones is
no sorter satisfaction ; gimme a big cove with a pair o'
shoulders, an' I deolare it's like walkin' down a bloomin'
conservatory," and he shivered as a sudden blast nearly bore
him off his sticks of legs.
*• Are you cold then ? " asked the Bass, pityingly.
"Am I cold? Am I a jibberin' ice-'ouse floatin' in an
Arctic sea ?"
The Bass was feeling in his pockets for some coppers,
which were not forthcoming-.
" Look here," he said suddenly, " come into the cathedral
with me ; it's warm in there at least."
The scarecrow came nearer and put one shaking hand on
the young man's cuff.
" Sy, will the bloke tackle the ivories ? Will he ply ?"
" Why, yes, it's practice night ; I dare say you can stay if
you promise to be quiet."
" Sure, Mike ; forge ahead !" and the two went on.
The cathedral was dimly lighted ; the Gothic arches looked
dim, and distant, and mysterious. *The few lights in the
chancel only served to emphasize its dimensions, and the
organ was muttering out a pedal prelude that echoed some-
where in the darkness like the lost voice of the Bass.
The young man settled his charge near a register and went
off with his music to join the choir.
" He is risen !"
As the soft staccato notes floated down to him, the boy
clasped his blue hands and drew a long breath of mingled
ecstacy and bronchitis.
" Alleluia ! Alleluia !"
He stood up and. drawn by the music, slipped up the aisle,
nearer and nearer the source of those exquisite sounds. The
Bass turned and saw him on the chancel steps and signalled
to him to go back, and he crept away into the darkness
again. When the practice was over the boy had fled.
After this he always lay in wait for the Bass and accom
panied him to the Cathedral, sometimes carrying his music.
" Sy, couldn't I sing with them other fellers ?" he asked
" I'm afraid not," said the Bass kindly.
" Couldn't the cove wot slings the stoppers make me
" No, I don't think he could."
i; Well, look ahere, there's one plice too many in that
choir act ; couldn't I wear a white flapper an' sit in it .'"
" Too bad, boy ;" there's a new chorister coming - for
Easter and the seat will be filled up. The boy sighed and
said no more."
Easter morning- dawned fair and clear. The great church
was buried in flowers and the air was heavy with their per-
fume. The Bass felt a new reverence as he took his place
among the white blossoms in the stalls. He wished that
the boy had been there to see and hear, for the new chorister
had not come and the seat was empty after all.
And now it was time for the Boy's Anthem, and the rest
of the choir sat down.
" He is risen, He is risen ?"
The Bass rubbed his eyes. Directly before him stood
what had been the empty seat, empty no longer — for there,
resplendent in a fresh, white " flapper," stood the boy sing-
ing his heart out.
" The night is gone, the dawn is here ! "
Their eyes met, and the Bass leaned back with a sick
feeling of unreality, his leaf fluttering from his hand. The
lad nodded to him, his voice rose higher and higher — clearer
and sweeter — up — up — quivered a moment against the very
gate of heaven — and stopped. Again the Bass leaned for-
ward, but the stall was empty."
;t You were asleep all through the boy's anthem," said the
Bass's chum as they went home together.
" Perhaps I was," replied the Bass gravely, for he said to
" If the boy comes again, it must have been a dream ; if
not ? "
But the boy never came.
Tokonto, April, 1897.
T UST before a dinner given in honour of a Colonial
9f ■ magnate, a young dandy, whose chief claim to distinc-
tion seemed -to be the height of his collar and an eyeglass,
addressing a stranger, said : —
" Beastly nuisance, isn't it ? Spoke to that fellah over
there — took him for a gentleman — and found he had a
ribbon on his coat. Some blessed head waiter, I suppose ?"
•• Oh, no." replied the other, " that is the guest of the
" Hang it all, now, is it ?" said the other. " Look here,
old fellow ; as you know everybody, would you mind sitting
next me at dinner and telling me who everyone is ?"
" I should like to very much,'' replied the other; "but,
you see, I can't — I'm the blessed head waiter ! "
; - Uncle, which breed of chickens is the best?" ' : Well,
sah, de white ones is the easiest found, an' de dahk ones is
the easiest hid after yo' gits 'em."
They were at a picnic. " You see," he explained, as he
showed her the wishbone of a chicken at luncheon, " you
take hold here and I'll take hold here. Then we must both
make a wish and pull ; and, when it breaks, the one who has
the larger part of it will have his or her wish gratified."
" But I don't know what to wish for," she protested. " Oh,
you can think of something,' 1 he said. " No, I can't," she
replied ; " I can't think of anything I want very much."
"Well, I'll wish for you," he exclaimed. " Will you,
really ."' she asked. " Yes." " Well, then, there's no use
fooling with the old wishbone." she interrupted, with a glad
smile ; ; ' you can have me." If you would avoid such serious
consequences when providing for a pic-nic, take " Miss
Canada" Brand of Boneless Chicken!!
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EXTRACTS of a Report by Mr. Bjxkle
^jp Willson, Travelling Correspondent of the
London Daily Mail : —
TORONTO — pearl of cities ! of matchless women and
pallid men — of buxom streets and dainty architecture — at
once the most English and the most American of Canadian
Toronto is the most beautiful city in North America. It
is as artistic as Boston without Boston's compression : it is
as clean and open as Philadelphia without Philadelphia's
diffusion. Its public and private buildings — its " sky
scrapers" have an architectural unity which Chicago and
New York cannot boast ; and Toronto has done what no
other city of 200.000 inhabitants has done — more than
doubled its population in ten years.
Yet Toronto is a gay city. I know no other word to
express it. It bears no marks of wear, of use. of crime, of
passion, of poverty. It is a city without slums and without
noise. Toronto contains one church for every eight hundred
of her inhabitants, which I am given to understand is a
greater percentage of churches than any other city in the
At seven o'clock on Saturday night the saloons and bar-
rooms close — and yet no riot ensues. '-Robbing the poor
man of his beer" is no shibboleth in a place where rich and
poor alike drink water.
Toronto is the centre, commercially, religiously, and
educationally, as well as politically, of the opulent province
The women of Toronto are the prettiest and best dressed
on the American continent. The apparently eternal sun-
shine with which the city is bathed tempts them out of
doors, and it is as much as an average wayfarer can do to
make his way through the throngs of pedestrians which fill
King and Queen and Yonge Streets.
Apropos of sunshine. I should like to present Londoners
with a few figures dealing with this commodity. I have
been told that the total number of sunshiny days last year
in London was 61. In Toronto it was 1!M>. The number of
hours of sunshine in Milan in the month of March was 203 ;
in Toronto it was .'>6 ( .), rising in June to 470. The average
number of cloudy days per month is less than five, and for
several years there have been none at all in June, July and
August. As to the temperature of the winter of 1896,
Londoners would be surprised to hear that in January last
not a fleck of snow was to be seen. The Riviera could not
do better than that.
A wealthy young English lawyer is said to have spent two
days and nights over one case, and at the end of that time
could not tell which side he was on. It was a case of cham-
pagne. Toronto lawyers take fruit ! !
iit TSCnitefc Empire.
?|V^OT many years .since, leading statesmen of both
%-q)-s> parties in England were earnestly enquiring
how to federate the British Empire. And Imperial
Federation, based largely upon kinship and senti-
ment, was inaugurated as "a first step." Colonial
branches of the League followed with considerable
success. Having served its purpose, the League died
a natural death. But the sentiment lives, and
grows stronger daily. The recent Jubilee demon-
strations confirmed this fact beyond a doubt.
The Colonial tariff against the Mother Country
and Foreigner alike has been misunderstood in
England. There can be no doubt about the
recent action of Canada's present government —
whose photograph hangs on the walls beside the
Queen of our great and world-wide Empire in the
picture with the Children at Tea given herewith.
Led by the wise and far-seeing statesman and silver-
tongued orator, Sir Wilfred Laurier, Canada has set
the Empire a noble example by admitting British
merchandise into the Dominion at a much lower
duty than from foreign nations who shut out British
goods by hostile tariffs. " Miss Canada " has often
been woo'ed by her neighbours, but prefers indepen-
dence under her Queen mother. For her loyalty
love, and devotion she only asks a preference for her
products, which she guarantees shall be the best
she can produce. W.S.
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Essay or Poem upon the following subject : —
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